[We drive by a garage sale featuring a giant triceratops.]
That is indescribably awesome.
You are categorically forbidden to bring that thing home.
But it is made of awesome.
You are categorically forbidden to bring that thing home.
I would keep it in my room. [NB: The room in question is about 50 square feet. Tiny tiny tiny.]
You are categorically forbidden to bring that thing home.
I could hang it from the ceiling.
You are categorically forbidden to bring that thing home.
I could get rid of my bed.
You are categorically forbidden to bring that thing home.
I could put my bed in diagonally so I had room for it.
You are categorically forbidden to bring that thing home.
This must mean that you hate America.
Can I blog this conversation?
If I can have the triceratops.
When you stoop to bribery, you lose the right to determine what I write about you on my blog.
Okay, you can blog this.
Thanks.
But why do you hate America?
:D Hilarious!!
Posted by: Lilian | September 29, 2011 at 11:11 PM
Way cool to immortalize this moment! FWIW I think your son is made of awesome.
Posted by: Celeste | September 30, 2011 at 12:26 PM
I would have had to physically retrain the Boy AND the Husband if we'd seen a giant triceratops at a yard sale.
Truth is, in fact, I would likely have failed, and we would have ended up becoming the proud owners of the world's greatest lawn ornament...because I would have to agree that it was made of awesome. (As is your son.)
Posted by: Kristin | October 02, 2011 at 05:21 PM
I presume this is about your son? Because, in my house, this would be about my husband. Or possibly me--except that I would talk about bringing such a thing home but never actually do it. He, on the other hand, absolutely would.
Posted by: JaneC | October 04, 2011 at 11:11 AM
He's listening to political call-in shows on the radio, isn't he?
Posted by: marciemiller | October 06, 2011 at 03:32 PM